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Broadway's My Beat From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome mile in the world.
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Broadway's my beat with larry thor as detective danny clover.
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The pallor of the long day ebbs finally from Broadway and what had been sallow and gray is a sudden scarlet where drabness was, where surfaces were drained of color. There is a glitter now, silvery, darted through with splinters of neon light and at this edge of twilight the shock gathers, waits for the revelers. The sighing wind draws them into it one by one from the long corridors, from hall bedrooms, from the embrace of solitude they drift, they run, they whirl to the dancing of the wind and shock waits and shock comes. And answer A call from Spanish Harlem in the barrio, in a room of cracked and dusting plaster. It is lurid and grotesque and somehow of a piercing and dread beauty. A dwarf who sits on a cot tearing from his guitar a savage lament tears in the furrows of his earthen face. Put the girl at his feet. Put the dead girl at his feet. I'm from the police. Is this your place? You hear me? I said I was from the police. I want you to tell me what happened here. Put that thing down and listen to me. Who are you? Look at it. Look at this badge.
Antonio Valdez
See?
Cadiz
Police.
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That's right. Police. Tell me about it.
Cadiz
Per Dona. No comprendo, senor.
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You live here? It's the showroom.
Cadiz
No comprendo.
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This girl, Muerte. That's right, Muerte. Dead. You kill her. You kill her.
Cadiz
Precios. I am huerte.
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This thing that killed her, this Barb, what is it? Look at it. Tell me.
Cadiz
Pandaria. Pandaria de carrera. Pandaria de carida. No comprende.
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No. No. I don't understand. Hi, Danny. Hello, Valdez. They put you on this too?
Cadiz
Yeah.
Antonio Valdez
Call just came through from headquarters to Harlem Precinct. They sent me over. Thought maybe I could help you.
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You can. He doesn't speak English. You talk to him. Get everything we need.
Antonio Valdez
The girl's a beauty, Danny. Why does it have to happen this way to a beautiful girl like you? Stick bulls with those things.
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Talk to him, Valdez. Sure thing, Danny.
Antonio Valdez
Vega, Viejo dej la guitar. Antonio Valdes. Este ombre tambiennes.
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You get something, Valdez? This man?
Antonio Valdez
This dwarf? This is Cadiz. A sword carrier for Juan Sinto. The most brilliant matador since Manalete. Juan Sinto of Seville. Sinto the man.
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Slow down, kid. Just tell me about it.
Antonio Valdez
Sinto's in this country, Danny. He just came here from Sevilla. He's on his way to fight in Mexico. The Spanish language. Papers have been headlining it ever since he got here.
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This man is part of his troop.
Antonio Valdez
Yeah, his sword carrier, Danny.
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The driver's license in the girl's purse identifies her as Eve Hunter. Park Avenue address. Ask him if he knows her. Viejo.
Cadiz
Sevilla, barcelona, madrid.
Antonio Valdez
He said she belonged to Juan Sinto also. Wherever he went in Spain, wherever he fought, she was there.
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Ask him if this is Sinto's room. If Cinto was here,
Antonio Valdez
This is his room. Danny, it's not good enough for Sinto. Sinto's at the Hotel Lorma with his wife and manager.
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Ask him what happened.
Antonio Valdez
Que paso aqui, Cadiz. He says he came home. He says there's death and it's ending. Found the girl like that. That's how we'll get out of him, Danny. I know my people. That's all we'll get out of Cadiz. The sword carrier of Juan Sinto.
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You helped, Valdez. Thanks. Now get him to headquarters and leave there and out into the streets of the mild evening and briefly let it wash over you. A special corner of the world. The barrio flooded now with sounds of restlessness, a beginning spring and lost memories from another time. And shake it off and make a phone call to the residence of a murdered girl, Eve Hunter. No answer. So to the squad car and the drive downtown to Park Avenue near 70th, to the Lorma Hotel. The doorman with medals opens a door with grill work and the clerk at the carnation smiles the smile taught by the management and gives you Juan Sinto's suite number on the 10th floor.
Senora Sinto
Juan. Oh.
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The face of the woman who opens the door holds disappointment and dark beauty.
Senora Sinto
I am very sorry. I thought it was my husband, Juan. But how could I think that since Juan would not knock.
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My name is Danny Clover.
Senora Sinto
I'm from. I am, senor. Please come in. Nicolas, we have a visitor. Nicolas. Senor Clover, it pleases me to present to you Senor Nicolas Menacho, the manager of my husband.
Ted Hunter
Buenos tardes, senor.
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How do you do? May I ask you whether your husband is home, senora?
Senora Sinto
No, he's not. He's seen your City of Magnificence. I wait for him, Nicholas and myself.
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I'm from the police, senora. There's been a murder uptown. There seems to be some connection between your husband and a girl who was found dead in the barrio.
Ted Hunter
A girl in the barrio?
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That's right. A girl named Eve Hunter. She was found in a room rented by a man named Cadiz.
Ted Hunter
Cadiz?
Nicolas Menacho
Of course, we know one of the quadrillo.
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But this girl is Eve Hunter.
Senora Sinto
Aye.
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Do you know her?
Senora Sinto
In Sevilla, in Spain, I first saw the Senorita Eve Hunter. And in Barcelona, in Lisbon, in Cordoba. In these places and others, the flame of this girl and that of my husband.
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You mean Eve Hunter followed your husband around?
Senora Sinto
And why not, senor?
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Then you didn't mind the fact of
Senora Sinto
this girl, Juan simple is to me. I am his wife. They hold a close at him. Of these girls that I'm sorry. Yet I know it. There will be other Eve Hunters. Nor will I mind. My husband is not home. Arrios.
Ted Hunter
Yes?
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I'm from the police. My name's Danny Clover.
Ted Hunter
Yes?
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Is this the home of Eve Hunter?
Ted Hunter
Yes. What is it, babe?
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I've been phoning here all evening, which
Ted Hunter
lends itself nicely to coincidence. I haven't answered the phone all evening. And why am I dangling this intelligence in Front of you. Who are you? Very well. So that we may have some basis for rapport. Identification. I'm a believer in it. I'm Ted Hunter. And since you mentioned Eve, an added tidbit. We were plucked from the same parents, therefore we have the same face. And I am her brother.
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Let's go inside, shall we?
Ted Hunter
Mischief about Eve? Tell me, please. Do tell me.
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She's dead. Mr. Hunter.
Ted Hunter
In here, please. The study. How did Eve die?
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I suppose you'd call it by stabbing with a steel barb. That bullfighters under you. That's right.
Ted Hunter
To grieve for a sister, Mr. Clover. How was it done? Wailing and gnashing of teeth and saying no, no, saying, this is a dream. Protesting, saying, I don't believe it and you're a liar. Or this way,
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hold the cup at
Ted Hunter
arm's length toward eternity and wish a happy journey
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and rest. I want you to tell me something about your sister, Mr. Hunter.
Ted Hunter
Look around you, Mr. Clover, at this room. And share her with me. You, a stranger and I, a stranger. Those things on the wall
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again.
Ted Hunter
Thunder ears.
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Photographs.
Ted Hunter
Bullfights, lances. And here, a torero's costume given to her by an admirer. And here, the ear of a bull. A dedication. What kind of woman was my sister?
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You tell me.
Ted Hunter
A seeker. And so a stranger to everyone. To me. I hardly knew her. She wondered. I wondered. She had her places to see and taste. I mind.
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I've learned that your sister spent a good deal of time in Spain. How about yourself?
Ted Hunter
I've been in Spain, but mostly. After our parents died, I traveled all about South America. The center beans.
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And who killed your sister?
Ted Hunter
Ah, the question distilled from the banter, the essence squeezed from the situation. Who killed my sister? I don't know. But this.
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Yes?
Ted Hunter
There was a phone call this afternoon. My sister spoke in Spanish. Then she got dressed, went out and I'm afraid that's all. This morsel from me to a detective. This. Pardon me.
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Yes?
Ted Hunter
Coming right in here. This gentleman wants to see you, Mr. Clover.
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Well, I was waiting for you.
Antonio Valdez
Just came over on the squad car radio.
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What did? Valdez.
Antonio Valdez
Juan Cinto. Rumor around the barrio. He's supposed to put in an appearance. A little nightclub on 112.
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Let's go. So ride a scream up to the barrio through the night streets and the night crowd where the glitter ebbs off into grayness. Take a turn and uptown again and the barrio slides in to meet you the people of the stoop and the cushion of the windowsill the light somehow always dimmer shadows, more clustered.
Antonio Valdez
That's it, Danny. Down the street, El Prado.
Ted Hunter
Danny.
Antonio Valdez
Danny, look.
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What there was to see was in the center of the small dance floor, under the single light, the slim figure of a man, his face somehow tortured. A man holding a sword and spinning a silken and scarlet cloth. Now with slow grace, now in a fury of movement. And the watchers in the shadows.
Antonio Valdez
It's one cinto, Danny.
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I've never seen anything like it. Watch.
Antonio Valdez
Watch the way he handles the sword in the muleta. He's calling out the cape passes he makes in the arena before he kills the bull.
Senora Sinto
Look at him.
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Something's happened to him. Valdez.
Senora Sinto
Come on.
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7 year old Audrey and her mom, Sarah, saw the eviction notice taped to their apartment door. As she half listened to Audrey talking about her day at school, a piece of mail caught Sarah's eye. She picked it up and then dialed a phone number.
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Antonio Valdez
Look, Danny, the blood. Just like you've been gored by a bul.
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You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
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You listen close to Broadway. You hear it, the measured thrumming of the spectaculars that echo off into the night, and its cadence is the beat of a mechanical and metallic heart. This is the rhythm assigned to Broadway, its muted Song its dance and it rhymes well With a whisper or a plea or a cry the gaudy talk and shouts and the hawker's tune so lean into it and listen and the sound you get is a scream deep from your own throat. When the clatter dies and the night is done and sleeping is done it's work time Checking in time start a new daytime so go to your office and wait Wait for an autopsy report on Juan Sinto.
Sergeant Titaglia
Can I come in, Danny?
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You got anything for me, Sergeant?
Sergeant Titaglia
Autopsy report, Danny, from Dr. Gonzalez.
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What'd he find?
Sergeant Titaglia
Well, it's true that Juan Shinto died while there was no one near him. And the doctor has determined how that happened? Well, the bullfighter was shot earlier in the day. The bullet removed by an amateur, causing damage. And the wound dressed, like many bullfighters have their wounds dressed, was stuffed with gauze. Juan Sinto knew he was dying, the doctor believes. And sure enough, the exertions of his mock fight, which you witnessed, did just that. Killed him.
Ted Hunter
Yeah.
Sergeant Titaglia
What are you thinking, Danny?
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I think someone found Eve Hunter and Sinto in that room in the barrio, killed Ms. Hunter and thought he'd killed Sinto. And the killer ran.
Sergeant Titaglia
Yeah.
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The dwarf Cadiz came back to his room and saw what had happened, extracted the bullet and bandaged Sinto's wounds the way he'd done a lot of times before, then hid Sento someplace. That's what I think. That's why we're holding him. Yes? Oh, come in. Please, sit down. Sergeant Titaglia, Senor Nicholas Manacho.
Sergeant Titaglia
Hi.
Ted Hunter
How do you do?
Sergeant Titaglia
I was just going out for coffee, senor. Anything I can get for you? Poor favorite.
Ted Hunter
Gracias.
Antonio Valdez
No.
Sergeant Titaglia
Well, buenos, everybody.
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What can I do for you?
Ted Hunter
Senor Manacho, as manager and friend of
Nicolas Menacho
the great Cinto, I wish to make the necessary arrangements for the remains to be sent back to Sevilla for burial.
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I see. It'll be arranged. Senor Manacho.
Nicolas Menacho
Si?
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I want your opinion on the death of Juan Sinto.
Nicolas Menacho
I will explain. Last night this tragedy he played out until its finale. Typical of his greatness, of his.
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I don't understand.
Nicolas Menacho
So many times he has looked at death in the arena. And so he wished to embrace it thus as a matador, As a killer of bulls. In the tragedy of last night, he died a matador.
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Why didn't he say who killed him?
Nicolas Menacho
To admit that he died because another man had given him death would be shameful to him.
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I see.
Nicolas Menacho
Did you kill him, senor? I did not.
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Did you kill Eve Hunter?
Nicolas Menacho
No, senor.
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You think his wife could have murdered him.
Nicolas Menacho
You are a fool, senor.
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But she did have motive for killing Eve Hunter.
Nicolas Menacho
I am at your service, senor, whenever you wish to talk with me of the arrangements for the body of Juan Sinto. I will speak no more of foolish things.
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Down the hall, senor. Room 312. Detective Mugavan will take care of you.
Nicolas Menacho
Gracias. Buenas tardes, senor.
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Go back now to the Lorma Hotel. Ask for the Senora Sinto. Be told she had gone out for the afternoon to a Spanish language theater. El Cabre, 116th street, off Lenox. When you get there, the wind torn posters blazing with one Sinto the doorman announcing in English and Spanish the hour long newsreel in memory of a dead matador. And inside, the scattering of afternoon wanderers. And against the darkness and the puppet image of her dead husband. The light of the old film spangles across the face of a woman whose beauty you would have found in any shadowed place.
Senora Sinto
There is Juana in the center possession Mafonito named Marito.
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I want to talk to you, senor.
Senora Sinto
Of what? Jolita is dead and the world weeps. What then? Will you talk?
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We want to find his killer, Senor.
Senora Sinto
A moment. Look, there is. Look how he hands my Juanito the sword to get to the pool. And Juanito with the muletta.
Cadiz
All the us.
Senora Sinto
Juanito. Come, senor.
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You can talk here if you want.
Senora Sinto
What of me do you wish, senor?
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You told me you knew about Eve Hunter and your husband.
Senora Sinto
See, I knew.
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You could have killed her. For that you could have killed Juan Sinto.
Senora Sinto
I told you before, senor. Of such as this girl, there were many Parvonito. Yet always there was me.
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Still, you could have killed him.
Senora Sinto
I did not kill the girl because she was pleasing to Juanito. What pleased him, I could not kill.
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How long have you known Nicholas Menacho?
Senora Sinto
From when I knew Juan. One brought him to me, said to me, this is my father and my brother, Alma Miglia. Smile on him. Smile on Nicholas.
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Niccarida Menacho is a man who could kill out of jealousy. Because he was jealous of one's fame. His woman.
Senora Sinto
You have seen Nicholas, talked with him. Then you know what you say has emptiness.
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And Cadiz, the sword carrier. What about him?
Senora Sinto
Before each carrier, Juanito touched the back of Cadiz. For luck. For another day of life. Cadiz was adored by Mahuanito. This does not happen often to such men as Cadiz. The dwarf.
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Your husband was murdered, senora. Someone wanted him dead.
Senora Sinto
This someone has madness. Find him, Senor. And kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Sergeant Titaglia
Hey, Danny, wait up. Wait up.
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What's on your mind, Gino?
Sergeant Titaglia
That senior Cadiz, Danny, the dwarf. He's been screaming for you.
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He wants to talk to you.
Sergeant Titaglia
Beats his fist to the wall. Says he wants to talk to the detective.
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How do you know that's what he's saying?
Sergeant Titaglia
How do I know, Danny? The man screams in plain English. Bring me to detective. He screams with a slight accent, I admit. But plain to the ears of any English speaking. I shouldn't have understood him.
Cadiz
Danny,
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that is. They told me you wanted me to
Cadiz
tell you of the dying of Juanito Sinto.
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You could have told me before. You pretended you didn't know English. Why then?
Cadiz
Juanito was not dead.
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Tell me about it.
Cadiz
Juanito asked me for my room. He wished of a loneliness with a girl. With Eve Hunter. While I played the guitar. But I left him. I left Juanita.
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And when you came back, you found her dead. Ninto dying. You treated his wound, hid him from us. Why? Because he killed the girl, then tried to kill himself.
Cadiz
He wished not her death. Juanito asked that I hide him and then help him to find the murderer.
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You've known all along who the killer was, perhaps.
Ted Hunter
Who?
Cadiz
A nameless one, but known to me.
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You know him, but you can't name him in Spain.
Cadiz
Wherever was Juanito for icarida? Was this man also grinning down from the far seats of the plaza? After, in each place in the street, the cafe, he come to me, say, talk with me about Juanito and the girl. Juanito and Ms. Hunter. Tell me of them. He say to me. Whisper. I say. I turn my back to him.
Narrator
He's here. He followed you and sent over here.
Cadiz
Perhaps such a man would do this. A man who had the face of Eve Hunter. A man.
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Open this cell. I want this man released. Let's go, Cadiz. Let's go Identify a man. Come on, kadis.
Ted Hunter
Ah, Mr. Clover. With friends.
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Mind if we come in?
Ted Hunter
I had poured myself a drink. And when I drink, it's a time for solitude.
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Inside, Mr. Hunter. You can have your drink and we'll turn our backs. That'll make it lonely for you.
Ted Hunter
You want me to invite your friend in here? Well, a large muscle of the law. Come along, you two.
Cadiz
This is the house of the dead girl, senor?
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That's right. Caduce.
Ted Hunter
In here. You tequila.
Cadiz
No tequila, senor.
Ted Hunter
You?
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Nothing.
Ted Hunter
Then I'm not disappointed. I drink alone.
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But now this is Cadiz. He traveled with Juan Sinto.
Cadiz
These pictures on the wall, all of them of Juan Sinto.
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And now Cadiz told me of a man who followed Juan Sinto and your sister around Spain. He would come to Cadiz after the fight and ask him to talk about your sister and the matador.
Ted Hunter
Really?
Cadiz
Now, this picture of Juan Sinto I remember in Barcelona when he was almost hooked upon the horns of a bull.
Ted Hunter
Eve always had a sordid aesthetic sense.
Narrator
Let me go on, Mr. Hunter. This man, this man who followed them around Spain, finally made up his mind about something. Out of pride or whatever, he would kill them. And he did. Yesterday. Cadiz. Senor, is this the man?
Cadiz
No, senor.
Ted Hunter
I see you've had your fun and games. Now please leave, you two.
Narrator
Can I drive you any place, Cadiz?
Cadiz
Am I not under arrest?
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No more. You can go wherever you like.
Cadiz
Senior Hunter.
Ted Hunter
Yes.
Cadiz
So many of these pictures of Juan Sinto on this wall. There are so many memories. May I stay a while and look at them?
Ted Hunter
I'll tell you quite simply. No, you may not.
Cadiz
They are of deepest memory. Senor, I ask you. This dwarf of a man asks you. I ask you, senor.
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I'll be going along. Put them down. Put them down, Cadiz.
Cadiz
They're sticking with these banderillas. They kill him for a while.
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Up and down.
Narrator
I don't want to use this gun, Kadis.
Cadiz
He is the man, senor. The killer, Senor. Get away from me.
Narrator
You killed them, didn't you? Just get away from me, Khadis. Because you say you killed Mr. Hunter.
Radio Announcer
Why?
Sergeant Titaglia
My sister with that butcher.
Narrator
With that rubbish, that killer of bulls.
Sergeant Titaglia
My sister in a world of filth,
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sweat and screaming peons and dwarfs.
Ted Hunter
My sister, mine.
Cadiz
Such a man as decent I am called a dwarf.
Narrator
Let's go, Mr. Hunter. They race against the fugitive Night on Broadway. The people of the swarm each in his own way make time stand still. That's the trick. But dawn comes, the gutters are choked with the wasted minutes, the infinite man hours of loneliness and tears. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My beat.
Narrator (Broadway's My Beat Introduction)
Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Crucian as Mugavan. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story, Paul Freeze was heard as Cadiz, Whitfield Connor as Teddy Hunter. Featured in the cast were Virginia Gregg, Edgar Barrier, Anthony Barrett and Harry Bartel.
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Episode Date: March 25, 2026 (Originally aired March 8, 1952)
Host: Choice Classic Radio
Episode Theme: "The Eve Hunter Murder Case" — Detective Danny Clover investigates the murder of Eve Hunter and becomes entangled in the passionate world of bullfighting, family obsession, and jealousy amidst the shadows of Broadway.
Detective Danny Clover is called to Spanish Harlem to investigate the murder of Eve Hunter, a woman closely tied to a famed Spanish bullfighter, Juan Sinto, and his inner circle. As Clover unravels the connections between Eve, Sinto, and the people who followed them, he enters a world filled with rivalries, old wounds, and fervent attachments. The episode is a gripping whodunit centered on cultural clashes, unrequited emotions, and the deadly consequences of obsession.
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"The girl's a beauty, Danny. Why does it have to happen this way to a beautiful girl like you? Stick bulls with those things."
— Antonio Valdez, (04:29)
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"Of these girls that I'm sorry. Yet I know it. There will be other Eve Hunters. Nor will I mind. My husband is not home. Arrios."
— Senora Sinto, (09:05)
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"How was it done? Wailing and gnashing of teeth and saying no, no, saying, this is a dream...or this way, hold the cup at arm's length toward eternity and wish a happy journey and rest."
— Ted Hunter, (10:49–11:16)
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"Watch the way he handles the sword and the muleta. He’s calling out the cape passes he makes in the arena before he kills the bull."
— Antonio Valdez, (13:53)
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"The bullfighter was shot earlier in the day. The bullet removed by an amateur, causing damage...the exertions of his mock fight, which you witnessed, did just that. Killed him."
— Sgt. Titaglia, (17:47–18:11)
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"To admit that he died because another man had given him death would be shameful to him."
— Nicolas Menacho, (19:37)
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"My sister with that butcher. With that rubbish, that killer of bulls. My sister in a world of filth, sweat and screaming peons and dwarfs. My sister, mine."
— Ted Hunter, (28:46–29:00)
Moody, poetic, and layered with the rich textures of postwar noir and Spanish drama. The dialogue is literary, often elliptical—especially from Ted Hunter and Senora Sinto. Detective Clover is calm, humane, and keenly observant, providing the through-line of clarity in a world swirling with emotion and subtext.
This episode blends classic noir detective work with the fervor and drama of the bullfighting world, culminating in a powerful reveal about jealousy and possessiveness within families. If you love brooding atmosphere, psychological intrigue, and the classic sound of radio drama, this story immerses you in a time and place where Broadway’s glittering surface hides deadly secrets.
Classic Line:
"It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My beat." (29:05)
Cast note:
Larry Thor stars as Detective Danny Clover, with Paul Frees as Cadiz, Whitfield Connor as Ted Hunter, and a host of other veteran radio voices.
Ready to relive the mystery and mood of Broadway at its darkest? This episode is a memorable ride.